You can’t fix stupid

 

 

So here we go. July 4th 2017, a good day. I find some free time on my hands, so I do what everyone with free time does, I go take a hike. I’ve hiked this trail many times and like it for it’s closeness to the house and the quick loophike that it is. Half hour to drive there and a half hour to hike and a half hour home. Wyatt has hiked with me a couple of times and those times have been more of an hour hike and discovery walk as I see the forest at his level. “Take a child, see new things!” You can quote me on that!

I get to the parking area and several cars are parked all whichaway, the boiled peanut selling man is there and his wife has crafts scattered and hanging off of his mobile peanut, convenience store, craft hut on wheels contraption making himself a couple bucks. Ok, I accept that, he’s not in the way and has done this for years. The first pool of water has children playing in it, Norman Rockwell would be setting up his easel and putting paint to canvas. I hike to the top of these falls and more people, older adult looking people are standing in the way, one is smoking a cigar. Now, part of me being nice is – no comment – about the smoker. They quickly move aside and let the hiking looking man go past. Stepping across the creek without slipping and falling, I continue up the trail.

Today it slapped me in the face and jerked me up short! Paint on this old stone chimney. The Civilian Conservation Corps built his park way back in the late 1930s as a resting place for travelers. A covered picnic area was attached to this chimney. So why did someone have to do that? I’ve seen it before, it’s not new, today it just twerked my sensibilities. Stupid people?  Taking the right hand split I find myself alone and enjoying the solitude amongst the canopy of branches. This is the longer way to the highest falls and a steady uphill climb, path is muddy, slick, and wet. I being careful, using trekking poles and watching foot placement, avoid slipping. The trail makes a turn to the left and starts descending crossing a small stream. A small falls is on the right but ahead of me and through the trees I see the top of the highest falls. I just have to stop and say, “You have got to be kidding me!” Smack me with a piece of wet broken pine branch! Three people are half way up the falls standing on wet rocks taking pictures of each other. You know what I mean, two have their back to the falls and get pictured, then they all gingerly change positions so the other can get pictured, then they do it again before clinging to unstable people and slowly moving down the steep NOT A PATH!!!! I wasn’t close enough to take the picture I wanted to take, of them next to the DANGER sign. You can see them through the trees. The signs have been installed because of the several deaths from people going off trail and climbing up the falls and slipping back down. A total of three signs are posted in this area. As I moved away two young girls came up the trail and started climbing up the falls, you can’t fix stupid!

I’m shaking my head and finishing the last leg of this hike when I see four persons huddled around a tree. It’s Mom, Dad, and two tweenage kids. Mom and Dad are carving their initials into the bark of this tree! The tree is right on the trail and they are in my way carving into a living tree. I’m determined to be nice. I say, “What are you doing?” He says, “Memories last a life time.” and I said, “Yes they do.”    [ Just wonderin’ what kinda memory those kids would have, if i’d a stuck a trekking pole some place where the sun don’t shine ]   Not Nice.  I let it go and returned to my car. Had a good hike, interacted with stupid people.

Oh, for  thinkin’ out loud!

Go home – spray paint the side of your house, do bad words!

Pick out your best front yard tree – carve into it, the whole families initials!

Next hard rain storm – get an old wooden ladder, lean it up beside your house, the whole family climb upon the roof and walk the ridge vent to the end and take turns taking pictures of each other standing on the wet slick shingles.

 

 

 

And stay out of the woods!

Please, just stay out of the woods!

 

People are fun

Wyatt, my four year old grandson and I have spent the morning running around doing simple errands and of course interacting with different people along the way. Our first stop was an oil change and we were pleasantly surprised to see an old friend back behind the counter running the show. She had been gone a year, tried a different job, had a knee replaced and then was asked to come back and work at the oil change place. The owner realized he never should have let her go. Always fun to catch up with long time friends.

We than drove the scenic route to the closest Lowe’s, hunting for a certain type trash bag and a trash can. We found the can but not the bags. The kind man zapped our barcode and as I was paying Wyatt put the can over his head and started yelling “I love you”. It echoed around his head down his shoulders and through out the store. Everyone stopped and looked and laughed and said how cute! We slipped on out the door surrounded by happy feelings.

I really wanted those trash bags so we traveled down to the local Home Depot to see what we could see. The entrance doors open by sliding from the middle to both sides and they are motion activated as everyone knows.[ Wyatt did this at Lowe’s but I was not really focused on what he was doing.] As we approached the doors he would raise his arms stretch out his hands and say, “I command you to open.” Of course the doors opened and we walked through. I found my bags, paid the girl and we started out. The doors were closing as we walked toward them and they quickly opened back up. Wyatt said, “Stop, I want to open them.” We stopped and backed up so they would shut, then we are waiting a second for Wyatt to do his thing when two big Hispanic construction workers start to walk toward his doors. I put my hand out and say,”Stop!” They both stop and look at me and I point to Wyatt and he says, “I command you to open,” as he raises his hands and walks toward the doors. The doors open. He walks out, I follow him, and the two construction men follow me. I hear the men talking in Spanish and I don’t know what is said until one of them in English says, “He said, I command you to open.” AND they both roared with laughter.

When I’m by myself, not usually so much fun!

Three o’clock in the morning!

Why am I even awake? Now that/this is a good, really good question! Got home from work at 1:00am, after stopping at a QT store and eating one of their super good hot dogs. Love that chocolate milk! Then I stopped at the local Walmart to purchase a “I care for you” card for my sweet wife. Also got a new pair of shorts to wear here at home, no one needs to see these white Leghorn legs but people who love me, not a pretty sight! Anyway, I wasn’t disappointed at the Walmart. Here it is 12:30am, I walk into the store and first thing I see is a baby sound asleep on a blanket in a shopping cart. Thankfully items were not stacked and piled and resting on said child, just a sleeping child. And I’m thinking “someone should be home in bed”.

So, why am I awake? Don’t really know!

Potty Trained ?

Three years old, will be starting a two day preschool next week and almost potty trained! We of course would like this phase of his and our lives to be packed away and never to be brought back out. This potty training is for the birds!  But, I digress!

I never knew that having a grandson would be such an enjoyable ride, sometimes I do not have control of the steering wheel and we just twist and turn down any path, rut, or opening that is before or beside us and we go wide open screaming with our eyes squinting behind spread fingers, butt cheeks clinched tight and hearts in our throats. Other times, it’s a slow meandering walk along a quiet forest trail. The birds tweeting, bugs bugging, toads croaking; music of nature. There you go, it is what it turns out to be!

One beautiful morning we walked out of the house with a purpose and a bag for survival. Change of clothes for a three year old, juice packs, cracker snacks, water bottles and man food, if needed. An hour later I spun the car around the trailhead parking area and pointed it for a fast exit, just in case the bogeymen chased us out of the woods. We geared up and followed adventure into the yet to be discovered. Man child leads the way and carefully follows the clear path, I tag along, allowing him freedom to grow and be independent. The path is stony with roots and sticks scattered about, so we be circumspect as we place our feet. One time he slips on a rolling stone [ no moss on it ] and almost lands with a thump, but catches himself and all is right in his world. We stop for a snack, enjoy it and continue down the trail until rain begins to fall. The consensus of two is to get back to the car before we really get soaked – smart move! Rain falls! Leaves drip! We get wet! Ok, no harm done.

We’re at the car giving high fives, successful hike. Hatch back is open as I change my shoes and put gear away. “If you have to go pee pee, do it now before we start driving.” He says, “Ok.” “Just pee in the weeds by the trees.” “Ok.” I see him pull down his shorts and underwear and begin the process. Oh! my soul, the MacDonald’s golden arches don’t have any thing on that golden stream! “What are you doin’?” I stammer as he turns and directs the arch on the car, I’m under the hatchback window and watch and listen to what amounts to a chorus of rain on a hot tin roof! The Gateway Arch in St. Louis is small compared to this fountain of youth.

What I’m thinking out loud is – How can a peewee wee wee hold so much pee pee?

 

 

 

Why I’m writing

There are lots of times that I see or hear things which I find humorous, sad,”OH MY”, or maybe different. Sometimes occasions popup which have me itching to make comment, but I have no outlet. Other times I just stick my nose where it really doesn’t belong and get stung or smacked, even bloodied. So here I am creating an outlet for my creativity and own personal enjoyment. We’ve all heard the expression  “Oh, for crying out loud.” Used to express frustration, exasperation, or annoyance.  I have twisted it a little and created, “Oh, for Thinking out loud!” What is thought will be wrought, could be scary!

Not really interested in a huge crowd of eager readers waiting on my every key stroke, but having a little fun, maybe even at my own expense. First scratch my head in  wonderment is-Is this blog even set up correctly? When I hit the publish button where does this creative thought process exit and reappear? I Do Not Know. It is now 11:30pm, I must lay down my head and all of it’s brain activity. Hopefully this will be saved.

Well, here we go, it is now 10:51am and I was able to find this draft and continue working on it. My best guess is that it was saved somewhere and now it’s back. Those of you who have already bookmarked this site need to be patient with me, because I work a real job and have duties to fulfill here at my house. It’s sad, I can not be just a sitting’ here pecking’ and picking’ on this keyboard 24/7. Living the life, is what will feed the fingers!

With that in mind. I finally finished cutting the grass in the backyard. The summer season has challenged this unmanned and rebellious haunt and I do not like to cut grass! Summer time this year-dry! Grass not growing and mowing not required, happy me! Then the showers came and the grass grew up straight and tall and I worked on the sunny days and it rained on the off days and the grass grew up straight and tall. Neighbors cut their grass and the pressure, oh the pressure for me to get that yard looking nice was intense. Started cutting Friday afternoon when the dew melted away. Push mower, unclog exit hole, shake mower up and down, push mower, repeat. One big circle, not getting smaller very fast! Stopped, I will finish tomorrow. Saturday shows up and many things done but grass not cut, and the grass grew up straight and tall! Sunday shines bright and I go to church. don’t cut grass on Sunday, and the grass grew up straight and tall! Monday is here. Lawn mower starts and I push, forward backward, backward forward, grass two feet tall, I’m losing this fight. The comic strip light bulb goes off and a picture of my weed eater pops into the little square, yes that will do the job! I bring out the weed eater and crank it up. I hear it yelling above the engine noise, “I’m not hungry. This grass is to much for me to eat.” I force feed it and the job is done. Looks like a mowed hay field waiting for the hay baler.

So what am I thinking out loud? Should a cut grass long time ago.

I have been busy and finally almost two weeks later I’m just ah gonna post this so I can be started. See where we go from here.